Spring was his favorite time of year. It was when the creatures he tended to gave birth, and there were new little hooves clip-clopping about the stables. Twin thestrals had been born just yesterday. Both were doing well, along with their mother. On today's agenda, he was to tend to a client's private herd of unicorns. One of them was overdue to give birth—worrying both the client and Progress. There were a few tricks that could help induce labor in the beautiful beasts, including a healthy diet of medicinal herbs from countries around the world, such as India and Spain. Usually, the Fangworth's would place orders for the plants they needed and would send a few wagons to pick them up and bring them back to the compound for distribution. This was a special order that Progress had placed, which meant he needed to stop by personally to pick it up.

The beauty of the greenhouse never got old, no matter how many times he visited. In all fairness, he hadn't gone past the welcome witch's desk, but even the entry was breathtaking. Progress clutched his work hat in his hand as he pushed through the doors and approached the (currently empty) welcome desk, oblivious to the trail of dirt and stable muck that his boots had created. He stopped near the desk, happy to wait for the witch's return so he could have some time to admire the flora.